Recently, it occurs to me that my depression is like being bullied by my internal dialogue. When I get into a deep blue funk as I am now, I just can’t help obsessing on all sorts of negative thoughts. I’ll also analyse minor issues well beyond any point where it would be useful. A simple comment can set off days of over thinking it and usually with a conclusion that is very introverted and negative.

I often yell in my head, trying to tell my brain to just SHUT THE FUCK UP!

My brain rarely obeys for more than a brief period.

It doesn’t help that I have lots of time to think. My hours are long and my work monotonous. This leaves plenty of time for my internal monologue to beat up on my ego.